The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain does not fall here; it rises from the cobblestones, a thick, grey fog that smells of wet iron and old stone, wrapping around your knees as you stand at the edge of the city that exists only in the margin of your sleep. You are a soldier, or perhaps you were, before the borders of the world dissolved into this grey, humming silence, and you still carry the weight of the uniform that is...

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